I am boycotting the cold, I told Dev when he saw me wearing shorts and flip-flops on this cloudy and chilly Saturday morning.
In my summer attire, I was headed to the Green City Market in Lincoln Park. It’s a short walk from my home in the Gold Coast. .
The market was in full swing by the time I arrived. There was fresh produce, green herb plants, fresh eggs and butter, Wisconsin cheeses, organic meats, tulips, crepes, food samples, music, and lots of little babies. Soon I couldn’t distinguish the goosebumps from the warm fuzzy feeling. That is, until I could.
I walked home a little quicker in an attempt to warm up and to avoid the forecasted rain which couldn’t have been far looking at the clouds. I did managed to take a few more pictures of the ivy covered homes.
Leaving you with Dickens’ The Ivy Green. Have a great Saturday.
H, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
- That creepeth o’er ruins old!
- Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
- In his cell so lone and cold.
- The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
- To pleasure his dainty whim:
- And the mouldering dust that years have made
- Is a merry meal for him.
- Creeping where no life is seen,
- A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
- Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
- And a staunch old heart has he.
- How closely he twineth, how tight he clings
- To his friend the huge Oak Tree!
- And slyly he traileth along the ground,
- And his leaves he gently waves,
- As he joyously hugs and crawleth round
- The rich mould of dead men’s graves.
- Creeping where grim death hath been,
- A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
- Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
- And nations have scattered been;
- But the stout old Ivy shall never fade,
- From its hale and hearty green.
- The brave old plant, in its lonely days,
- Shall fatten upon the past:
- For the stateliest building man can raise
- Is the Ivy’s food at last.
- Creeping on where time has been,
- A rare old plant is the Ivy green
You can zoom in on the picture by clicking on it. Thought I'd mention it.
-Chika
I have been waiting for color and warmth and sun and trees etc for a long time. And yes, this would be a good time to make it public: if you hear me complain (like I did last year) about summer, you have full permission to give me a kick or two on the rear end.